The Golden Downtown
"Your model is sentimental nonsense, Elias." The words hung in the sterile air of the glass-walled office, heavy and cold, settling into the hollows of Elias Thorne’s chest with a weight that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. Vance did not look up from his screen; he was tapping a stylus against the glass, a rhythmic, percussive sound that seemed to vibrate through the soles of...
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